A gift to Maya | May 27 2003- EYES OF A CHILD
Look into my eyes and you will find a dream,
A dream not unlike that of a child’s.
For only in my eyes you will find what’s left of The child
In me:
That simplistic innocence,
That unquestioning trust,
That unconditional love...
I have grown through the years
And experience served as a great teacher.
I have cried my share of tears,
Felt my share of hurt and pain.
But still,
This dream lives on inside me:
This continuous thirst for knowledge,
This faith in everything good,
This search for true love...
Though only in my eyes.
Anonymous
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